Thursday, September 22, 2011
There are days you think very hard about life. For me, today was one. I've seen a bunch of teenagers at the pravillion where I park to feed the ferals. A few days ago they waved when I got out of the car. I liked that. Today as I got out, a girl approached me with a puppy and asked if I had any food. Of course I did. But it was cat food. The dog is beautiful. I got down on my knees and he was so beautiful and gentle. He hadn't eaten and that concerned me, so I gave her what I had and said that once I fed the kitties I'd buy him food. His name is Emmit, her name, Taylor. I did what promised. They were leaving the park as I exited and I was worried, so I stopped near the river and asked "Where do I leave the food?" I was told they'd be back at the pravillion by the time I returned from WalMart. They were. Everyone came out to greet me. All teenagers and homeless. They were so amazing and so beautiful. I swear to god I thought I would die, but I didn't. We all shook hands, we all introduced ourselves. I asked, "Why are you here? This kills me." The reply, "Our parents suck." I know there are horrible parents. I do. Working on cases with Rob, I know. To see such beautiful kids trying to find their way and winter is approaching. Homelessness isn't fun and I don't think it's a choice. I have so many friends who are wealthy. I wonder what they do? With all that money. Vacations, 2nd and 3rd homes. But in the end, what did you do?